Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 41 Judgment of Superiority and Inferiority

Physical Education class.

Class 8 of high school freshman year had PE class together with Class 10.

The PE teacher was dark and strong, with a stern face like that of a fierce deity.

Students like Guo Kunnan, who usually liked to play little tricks, didn't dare to let out a peep.

"Gosh, where did Fourth Middle School find this terrifying figure?" Ma Shicheng muttered to himself. In terms of an intimidating appearance, the PE teacher outdid Instructor Li by a wide margin.

"My name is Gu Wei. From now on, I will be your PE teacher."

"Today is the first PE class. Where is the sports committee member? Stand out and let me see you!"

Zhang Chi, the sports committee member from Class 8, stood up, as did the sports committee member from Class 10.

"Lead the team for two laps," Gu Wei shouted.

Zhang Chi obediently led everyone to run. Two laps, a total of eight hundred meters, wasn't much considering they had just gone through military training not long ago; many students finished without a change in complexion.

Gu Wei scanned around:

"Alright, disband on the spot. Don't leave the grounds until the class ends, or if I catch you, you'll be sorry!"

The moment the students heard this, they scattered like birds and beasts.

Jiang Ning, with a ping pong paddle in hand, walked towards Xue Yuantong.

Ma Shicheng, with keen eyes, noticed Jiang Ning's paddle and his intention to play ping pong. But the nearby Guo Kunnan pulled him back.

"Brother Ma, let's go play basketball."

Several boys in the class were looking at him, and Ma Shicheng decisively went off to play basketball.

Xue Yuantong sat alone on the wide edge of the podium.

Jiang Ning lifted the paddle in his hand:

"Fancy a game?"

He knew Xue Yuantong liked to play ping pong. In his previous life, she used to play frequently and even participated in a city competition in her sophomore year. Although she only won a minor prize, her skills were among the top echelon in the whole Fourth Middle School.

This time, Xue Yuantong didn't feign any excuses and eagerly took the paddle, wanting to spar with Jiang Ning.

Recently, she always felt she couldn't lift her head in front of Jiang Ning.

She had been depending on him for many things.

But now, she could finally stand tall!

Xue Yuantong held the paddle as if she had grasped the hilt of a sword, turning into a sharp fencer.

She could no longer contain her bloodlust; her eyes were filled with arrogance and a thirst for blood—she was set on a massacre today!

Xue Yuantong served, a beautiful spin serve!

That tricky shot, ordinary ping pong enthusiasts couldn't make out the depth of the spin, let alone return it.

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Xue Yuantong had already anticipated the outcome of this match.

Victory was about to be hers.

Then, Xue Yuantong spent ten minutes picking up the ball.

Her slender figure ran back and forth, so exhausted that her face turned flushed and she was panting heavily.

Xue Yuantong was at a loss, doubting life itself. How was it possible?

Her ping pong skills were supposed to be exceptional, with a plethora of killer techniques at her fingertips. She should have left Jiang Ning in awe, immediately kneeling to beg her to take him as a disciple.

How could the outcome be like this?

It made no sense!

Xue Yuantong, not believing in evil, continued to contend with Jiang Ning.

And Jiang Ning didn't go easy on her; his neural reaction speed far surpassed Xue Yuantong's. Perhaps only a real professional player could play with Jiang Ning.

During the overwhelming match, Jiang Ning slowly recaptured a bit of his youthful vibe.

On the sides of the podium sat several students: some were chatting, some were playing with their phones, while others watched Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong play ping pong.

Maybe because they were new students, unfamiliar with the school, the sparsely populated ping pong tables had only Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong playing, thus they drew many onlookers' attention.

Yu Wen and Shen Qing'e sat very close, with the ping pong table about seven or eight meters in front of them.

Seeing Xue Yuantong pick up balls like a fool, Yu Wen couldn't help but laugh.

"Are they really that bad at ping pong, still playing when they can't? How could they be beaten so miserably?"

In her eyes, Jiang Ning's skills were just mediocre. Xue Yuantong being defeated like this, his skills were shamefully bad.

Shen Qing'e said nothing, she judged the same in her heart. They watched anxiously as Yuantong hadn't won a single game, just chasing after balls.

A short-haired girl in black sportswear laughed mockingly when she overheard:

"You guys don't know anything. It's not that Yuantong is playing poorly, but it's Jiang Ning who's playing amazingly. With his level, if he trained a bit more, he'd definitely make a mark in the city ping pong league!"

Yang Sheng's eyesight was sharp. Jiang Ning's moves and footwork weren't standard, but his reaction speed was frighteningly fast. Calling him a genius would not be an exaggeration.

Shen Qing'e blurted out upon hearing this: "Impossible!"

She and Jiang Ning came from the same town, attended the same town middle school. No one knew Jiang Ning better than she did.

Though Jiang Ning's ping pong was decent, it was only top few in class. In the middle school's tournament, he never even made it to the ranks.

The champion from their town middle school went to the county competition and also didn't place.

Jiang Ning aiming for the city ping pong league? What a joke!

Absolutely impossible!

Shen Qing'e had good self-restraint and didn't stoop to argue with the short-haired girl, but Yu Wen next to her was hot-tempered. She knew who the short-haired girl was, their classmate Yang Sheng, a tomboy who was always blunt.

Yu Wen sensed Yang Sheng's sarcasm and immediately responded:

"So you're the expert? Anyway, I think Yuantong is playing poorly, just picking up balls all the time."

"I could go up there and beat her," Yu Wen declared confidently. Who can't play ping pong?

Yang Sheng laughed: "I do know, actually. I was a PE student in my junior high. I've smashed more ping pong balls than you've ever seen."

Yu Wen retorted with sarcasm: "Sure, who can't brag? I've also popped a truckload of soccer balls!"

Seeing Yu Wen so defiant, Yang Sheng stirred the pot:

"Are you brave enough to challenge Yuantong? If you lose, you'll do my duty for a month; if you win, I'll do yours."

"How about it?"

Cleaning duties in the class were assigned by groups on a weekly rotation, and Yang Sheng hated duty days the most.

Yu Wen was not intimidated by her, free labor was too good to pass up. As for beating the rookie Yuantong, she could win with ease.

Yu Wen got off the stage and walked toward Yuantong.

Dong Qingfeng waved at her, shouting: "Go for it, Yu Wen!"

"Rest assured," Yu Wen replied with a smile.

Then Dong Qingfeng saw the friendly gaze Shen Qing'e sent his way, and inwardly he felt thrilled.

Shen Qing'e was pretty, and many boys in class had a crush on her; Dong Qingfeng was no exception. Before pursuing a girl, it was wise to befriend her best friend—it would make things much smoother later on.

This was something Dong Qingfeng learned from the internet.

Jiang Ning was well aware of everyone's chat long ago. Yang Sheng, that lass, had some insight, and as for Yu Wen, she was purely asking for trouble.

"Jiang Ning, lend me your racket for a few games against Yuantong," Yu Wen said.

Jiang Ning was happy to oblige, handing over the racket.

Xue Yuantong had been preoccupied with picking up balls and, being too far away from the stage, hadn't heard their conversation. Now faced with a new opponent, she was a bit bewildered.

"Have a game with her," Jiang Ning said with a smile.

Yuantong didn't really want to switch; she wanted to keep challenging Jiang Ning, refusing to believe she couldn't win.

But she had already lost too many times in a row and was quickly losing her touch; she needed to find it again.

Thus, Yuantong took the ball and, facing Yu Wen, she focused her mind. She didn't serve tricky shots, just a simple one. Yu Wen easily caught the returning ball, thinking to herself that Yuantong was indeed weak!

The result, a swift backhand from Yuantong, scared the daylights out of Yu Wen. Before she could react, the ping pong ball had zipped past her.

Yang Sheng watched with a much more serious look. Initially, she hadn't thought Yuantong was that strong, as Yuantong had been busy picking up balls.

"No way?" Yu Wen couldn't believe it as she picked up the ball.

It was her turn to serve, she picked up the ping pong ball, and served another simple one.

And then, there was no 'and then'. Yu Wen went through the same process of being thrashed by Jiang Ning that Yuantong had endured.

After losing over ten points in a row, Yu Wen saw no hope of victory, and reluctantly handed back the racket.

She felt her face burning, like she had been slapped with a ping pong paddle.

Yang Sheng added fuel to the fire: "You've got duty next week!"